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What Makes Me Who I Am

 

My sisters had already moved out and had their own lives while I sat at home every night wondering if my mom would get that call that my brother wasn't ever coming home. Instead of hanging out with my friends like a normal teenager my life was consumed with taking care of my brother. While this experience was extremely difficult for me it made me a stronger, more independent person. My brother is working really hard and has done so well. Because of him I live my life to the best of my ability.
             At the young age of 14, I lost my best friend to a tragic car accident that threw my life for a loop. It all happened so quickly. I blamed everyone around me for his death, yet there was nobody to blame. It was only an accident. I become a hateful, dark, angry person because instead of telling people I was hurt I bottled it up, which is a weakness of mine. Then at the age of 18 I lost another close friend, but I lost him to drugs. I blamed so many people for his death also, everyone but him. These heartbreaking events showed me that life isn't all butterflies and flowers. Life is extremely hard and things get taken from you in the blink of an eye. .
             I'm from a really small town of about 1,200 people. Living in a small town has taught me that no matter how hard you try to keep something from someone they always found out. I went to a high school of around 115 students. My graduating class was only 26 people. In my high school there were different "groups " of people. There were the sporty/popular people, the super smart kids, the kids that got along with everyone in all groups, and then the outcasts. I played sports so I was in the "popular " group of students. It made high school really easy, but you always felt bad for the kids that didn't fit in with your group no matter how hard they tried. I always tried to be nice to everyone, but looking back I obviously thought my social status was more important than being friends with everyone.


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